What do you make of this poem?

If you're ever around Dulac, be prepared.

Come by alone, but arrive scared.

Was many a soul lost but never found.

Down

Down

Down

in marshes green or brown.

Spring and winter.

Realizing what I said,

those who are dead

tell no tales,

but plenty is said

about those mysteries.

Some lose, some win...

the devil knows sin

as a small advantage.

When you deal with him/her

be prepared to fall

from great heights,

to water ever warm, ever lost.

Down Dulac way.